Your Ex Husband Bakugo Bitches About You Constantly, But He Once Made It Across The City In Five Minutes

Izuku’s parents you can’t change my mind

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 3

(All photos are from Pinterest)

(Long blurb are we surprised?)

The annoying ‘click clack’ of Mina’s heals echoed off the concrete as the three of you made your way to where Kiri said Bakugou had parked. You wished Jiro would have wanted to meet outside or literally anywhere else, considering that the owner of the car you were meeting at already assumed you followed him around. But just as you consider pulling your phone out to text her a new meet up location, Jiro and her bandmates come into view and you have to convince yourself not to sigh unhappily.

Jiro was thankfully the first to notice you approaching, her eyes lighting up as you offer a friendly wave. Jiro would never admit it to anyone, but knowing her friends came to support her even at small gigs like this- meant the absolute world to her. So, once you’re close enough, she’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug and letting out a soft laugh.

“Hey! Did you like the set?” Her voice was full of excitement and hopeful curiosity, she’d changed the set so you would enjoy at least one song and wanted to know it proved effective. “We practiced all week, so I hope it didn’t sound too off.”

“No, it was awesome.” You offer, pulling her at arms length to see her beaming grin once again. “You’re a natural born talent, and I loved the new song.”

“What about the rest of us?” You step away from your overjoyed friend to allow Mina to pull her into a hug. “You know Kirishima.”

Did she? How were all of your friends so connected when you hadn’t even seen Kirishima around before Mina introduced you? Even Bakugou, he knew your neighbor and youre bestfriend but you hadn’t met him until recently either.

Speaking of Bakugou.

“Following me to my car now?” His arrogant taunt sent heat to your cheeks as everyone turns to look in your direction. You hadn’t told Mina about your texts with the blond, so even she seemed entirely confused. “Let me guess, going to watch me race again too?”

“I was asked to meet here, firstly.” Your voice shakes but you don’t let yourself look away from his accusing eyes, it’s not like you’re afraid of this guy. “Secondly- no, I’m not. I’m going to hang out with Jiro, not that it’s your business.”

Silence falls around you all too quickly, the only sound traveling between the group of you being a sarcastic exhale from Bakugou. In the seconds that silences consumes you, you find yourself taking in his appearance. His dark jeans and black hoodie fitting perfectly with his irritating personality, the only thing throwing you off were the bright red sneakers he wore on his feet. Finally, after a few very uncomfortable seconds, Denki clears his throat to speak up. Instantly making your eyes roll and your hands form fists at your sides.

“We’re actually, uh- going to watch.” Denki rubs the back of his neck as you try not to let your frustration show. Of course they were. “Didn’t know the two of you knew each other.”

“We don’t, she just follows me around.” Bakugou scoffs, leaning against the black frame of the car you stood in front of. You’d temporarily forgotten where you were and why you were here, noticing how calm he seemed pressing his back against the drivers door and crossing his arms. “You’re not riding with me.”

“I wasn’t going to ask to?” You all but shrink back in disgust. Why would he ever assume you’d ask him for a ride? “And I’m not following you, you literally show up at my house multiple times a week.”

“That’s enough you two.” Mina finally steps in, a smile playing at her shiny lips as her eyes move between the two of you. She was likely forming ideas in her head that you were not looking forward to hearing about at a later point in time. “She’ll ride with us, Kay?”

“W-what? I’m not-.”

-

And that’s how you ended up in the abandoned parking lot behind an old mall that hadn’t been open in years, surrounded by strangers and picking at your nails. There were nearly double the amount of people littering the center of the center of the unlit lot than had been at the last race you’d let yourself get dragged to. Whistles and laughs filling the cold air that seemed to suffocate you with every passing second. Crowds weren’t your thing, especially not illegal ones.

“So how do you know him?” Jiro asks, looking to the make shift starting line where her bandmate sat on his bike waiting. His helmet was off and a dark haired woman stood beside him with her hand on his arm and a grin on her face. He seemed unphased and uninterested as the woman leaned closer and laughed. “And why did he say you’ve been following him?”

You didn’t want to go into details of your poorly rated encounters with someone she clearly considered a friend. So instead you shrug and check the time on your phone nervously. You’d been here nearly 30 minutes, and with every passing minute you feel an unsettling feeling crawling up your back. Something felt off, and your stomach hadn’t stopped twisting nervously since you realized it.

“He’s friends with my neighbor somehow, that’s how we met.” You sigh, noticing her clear determination to dig any information out from the depths of your silence. “I’ve gone a few places with Mina and he’s been there too and just assumes I’ve followed him or something- I don’t know, he’s a dick.”

“He’s actually not that bad once you get to know him.” Her nonchalant shrug does little convince you, but you press your lips together with a nod, scanning the crowed for Mina or Kirishima. They’d been gone for a while ‘using the bathroom’ You hoped the race would start soon and didn’t want them to miss it. “Have you seen-?”

“COPS!” Your heart drops the second the call comes from the opposite end of the parking lot, causing your blood to run ice cold. Flashing lights dance across the crowed that now moves frantically around you, your body being pushed and shoved in every direction as your worried eyes meet Jiros. “COPS ARE COMING!”

“Shit.” Jiro hisses, reaching for your wrist and watching panic ensue around where you stand rooted to the pavement. “We need to go find Denki-.”

You knew coming here was a mistake, that something bad was going to happen if you did- but even so you came and now you were stunned. Jiro pulls desperately on your wrist, struggling to pull you along between the bodies that fly by you in a panic. A particularly hard shove from a terrified stranger causes her grip to loosen and your body to hit the pavement below.

Your hands immediately fly to cover your head, feeling the ground rattling beneath you as the last of the crowd make their way around you and to what ever direction they’d chose to run in. A few feet clip you, small kicks or shoves causing your body to curl into itself until you’re finally able to pull yourself to your feet and look around the nearly vacant lot.

Jiro was gone, and in the distance you see headlights pulling away and disappearing in the opposite direction. Panic consumes your every thought, did they leave without you? Were you about to be arrested? What if one of those police sirens belongs to your father? How is-?

“Why the hell are you just standing here you fucking idiot!” A tug on your arm pulls yourself back to reality, causing your heart to both race and calm down. At least you weren’t alone. “Get on and let’s go.”

“Wait, I-.” You can feel every inch of your body shaking as you look up from the ground to meet Bakugous angry eyes. Why did he stay? “I-I can’t.”

“You’ll be arrested if you don’t.” His voice was even, but as he looks behind you, you can see the worry in his eyes. You mimic a fish out of water, watching as he turns his helmet in his hands and steps closer. “You goin to listen to me or stay here?”

Without an answer, he pushes the helmet over your head, causing the hair you’d worn down to tug tightly at your scalp. The flashing lights were getting closer, and his hand was reaching for yours and tugging you toward his bike that you hadn’t even heard pull up beside you just seconds ago. This can’t be happening.

Bakugou swings a leg over the bike, looking to you as you pull your shaking hands to your chest. This may be normal for him, but running from the police isn’t something you’d ever done before so your anxiety had lodged your heart into your throat and you could feel fearful tears welling in the corner of your eyes. You were thankful the dark tent of the helmets window made your worried expression invisible to Bakugou who reaches forward to tug on your shirt.

“Just sit, hold on, and don’t fucking cry.” His barked order earns a flinch, but you listen. You have to listen. You copy his previous his actions and sit on the black leather, pressing yourself into his back to make wrapping your arms around his torso easier. “Don’t fall off ‘cause I ain’t coming back for you again.”

The second the threat leaves his lips, you feel the bike rattle below you and your body being tugged backwards. It’s hard, but you keep your arms around him and your helmet covered head pressed to his back as the cold wind bites against your exposed skin with. You’d never been on a motorcycle, so the feeling of exposure makes your stomach uneasy and your head spin.

With the fear of being caught, or flying off the back of his bike weighing heavily on your thoughts you find yourself clamping your eyes shut and doing your best to ignore the racing wind in around you or the rapid thud of your heartbeat in your ears as he continues to drive down the road you’d taken to get there.

With every turn, lean and huff you can feel your anxiety growing quickly. The sirens fade as Bakugou puts distance between you but the fear of being caught still remained, even after the bike had begin to slow down and your palm pressing into his chest could feel his surprisingly even heart beat. You were terrified, and being pressed against him did nothing to calm you down.

“You okay back there?” You can feel his chest vibrating as he looks over his shoulder, but you don’t dare open your eyes. You were still moving, and your legs had begun to tingle from the vibration of the bike combined with genuine fear. “Loosen your grip, it’s hard to steer.”

Without a word, you loosen your grip, giving his chest room to expand fully before he takes another turn. You do your best to ignore the warmth of his back against your chest, but it’s the only thing you find comfort in as sirens blare in the distance. He was here, alive and the only reason you weren’t still stood in that parking lot being arrested. Maybe Jiro was right.

“You good?” He asks, the bike coming to a complete stop a few moments later. Where were you? You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to even attempt to find out. The sound of scraping metal and quiet machinery sounds from in front of you and you quickly piece together you’re in front of a garage door. “Go on to the door, I’ll meet you up there in a second.”

You have to force yourself to open your eyes, the fear that a police officer will be waiting for you preventing you from doing so for a few short seconds. As they open you remove your arms from around his torso and quickly remove yourself from the bike so he can drive it into the nearly empty garage he’d stopped in front of. Was this his house?

The house was large, with a winding walkway that leads you to a red door. You feel out of place standing beside the place mat, but you had no clue where you were so you would have to follow his instructions and wait by the door. The neighborhood seemed nice, cookie cutter houses lining the street that stretched on past your line of site as you pull the helmet from your head and reach to smooth your hair down.

“Don’t say a word, got it?” He barks, pulling a key from his key ring. How wasn’t he flustered? Did he truly have enough run ins like this that it wasn’t at all worrying for him? “If anyone asks- you like my band. Don’t say a word about what the hell just happened- got it?”

You nod nervously, unsure what you were walking into as his key jams into the lock and twists. With his helmet in your sweaty hand, you follow him into the pitch black house and sigh a sigh of relief once the door closes behind you. You may be in a strangers home, with no clue which direction you lived in, but at least the police weren’t chasing you and your heart hadn’t burst from your chest.

“Hey, you’re in late.” A female voice comes from the too of the stair case Bakugou was already walking up. “Oh- you brought a friend.”

“Hi, I’m-.” You try to be polite as you follow him, offering the pretty blonde girl a smile before Bakugou turns around to glare in your direction. If looks could kill, you’d be flatlining. “Wha-.”

“Go bother your boyfriend and fuck off.” He snaps, turning to glare at the girl while reaching for your wrist. She seemed about your age, and not phased with Bakugou shoulder checking her as he reached the top of the stair case. Were they… roommates then? “The only thing I said was not to say a word and you couldn’t even listen.”

Your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness as he pulls you down a long hallway. Still, in the darkness you can make out hung photos on either side of the hallway, lining it all the way until the very end where he was now turning and reaching for a door handle.

“Why the hell did you just stand there like an idiot?” He wastes no time, glaring into your soul the second you’re pulled into the room and he switches in the light beside the door. “Why weren’t you with your friends?”

“I-I.” You can’t find a single thing to say, feeling your hands still shaking as you look around the small room he’d pulled you into. “I-Is this your house?”

“No- I just broke in.” You ignore his scoff and let yourself take in the room in front of you. It was simple, a full bed with black bedding, a small beside table and a black desk on the opposite wall. The desk was covered in text books, resembling the walls that had been covered in posters. “Do sit down and calm the hell down- I can feel your bones rattling all the way from here.”

He sits in the chair in front of the desk, swiveling to face you as you sit on the edge of his unmade bed and reach for your hair nervously. You can’t even focus on the fact that you hated this guy I and now you were in his bed room- because all you could think about was the fear you felt and the small part of you that buzzed with excitement in the aftermath of your getaway ride.

“They won’t know who you are.” Bakugou grumbles, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket and taking in your shaken expression. “I’m ordering you an uber, what I did is never to be discussed with anyone.”

“O-okay.” You mumble, grip the fabric of his comforter below you. You can’t help but wonder why he didn’t want anyone to know he’d helped you, but you don’t question him. He’d probably just snap and the conversation would go no where anyway, so you sit quietly on his bed and ignore your phone that buzzed in your back pocket. “Uh-what do I tell Jiro and Mina when they ask how I got away?”

“Anything that will keep my name out of your mouth.”

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⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari smau ˚ ༘ shared spaces

pov: kaminari moves into the spare bedroom in your apartment

　𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw: roommate!kaminari and gn!reader but feminine terms used. weezer mentioned

𓂃　★　𓈒　a/n: honestly this can be taken as romantic or platonic! i just had this idea and wanted to make a little smau out of it

sleep headcanons

bonus:

tiktok reader and bakugo move on together. they buy an apartment, they do laundry. she relaxes into being alive, her eyes soften over the years.

but sometimes, she catches a hint of red out of the corner of her eye and she's suddenly back in that fucking hotel room.

Hi there, I wanted to know if you could do one with the guys reacting to a pregnancy scare. And can you pls include aizawa.

Lot of love❤️

ღPregnancy scare

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Aizawa

ʚCont: fluff, a little bit of crack⤑Back to navigation

nearly every time you get out of the shower, shouto somehow hears you uncap your lotion from across the house and suddenly manifests in the bathroom with you, pouting until you let him help put it on

part one

the music was loud. too loud. bass-heavy beats rattled the walls, drowning out drunken conversations and the occasional, ear-splitting whoo! from someone who’d had one too many shots. the house was packed, every square inch filled with people who weren’t you.

and yet, katsuki saw only you.

leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, your head tilted back as you laughed at something some random asshole said. katsuki barely registered the guy’s face. all he saw was the way your smile stretched wide, the way your hand rested lightly on the counter, the way you weren’t paying attention to him.

his grip on his own cup tightened.

eijiro had ditched him ages ago, somewhere between his third beer and his “dude, i gotta check on my little sister.” which meant you were supposed to be under watch. which meant you shouldn’t be standing here, giggling at some nobody like you didn’t have a six-foot, red-haired menace for a brother who was ready to kick some ass.

“off limits, dude.”

bullshit.

katsuki wasn’t the type to step in unless absolutely necessary. but this? this was necessary.

he stormed over, his presence sucking the air from the room the second he got close. the guy talking to you faltered mid-sentence, side-eyeing katsuki like he’d just realized he’d been trespassing.

“oh—uh... hey, man, what’s up?”

“scram.”

the guy blinked.

“what?”

katsuki took another step forward, eyes glinting under the dim, neon glow of the kitchen lights.

“you deaf? i said scram.”

he didn’t have to say it twice.

you rolled your eyes as your partner scurried off, not wanting to test his luck against bakugou katsuki.

“really?” you sighed, crossing your arms. “was that necessary?”

“you tell me,” katsuki muttered, his eyes flicking over you, lingering on your lips that have stopped smiling.

you looked too damn good tonight. soft, glowing skin, a dress that hugged your curves, hair falling over your shoulders like you were some kind of problem sent to ruin him.

his jaw clenched.

“he was totally harmless,” you continued, sipping your drink. “not that it’s any of your business.”

his business?

katsuki narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to keep eye contact.

“the hell it ain’t,” he muttered.

he expected you to shove him, roll your eyes, call him dramatic. instead, you just looked at him like you were finally seeing the way his fists clenched at his sides. the way his breath hitched when you leaned in, just slightly, your voice dropping to something sweeter.

“oh?” you tilted your head, lips curving mischievously. “then what is it to you, katsuki?”

fuck.

there always seemed to be something so dangerous about having his name on your lips. it made his head spin and something hot and restless coil in his stomach.

this was bad.

he exhaled, forcing his gaze away, forcing himself to move before he did something stupid.

like kiss you.

“eijiro’s looking for you,” he muttered, turning on his heel. “get your ass back to him before he starts losing his shit.”

he didn’t wait for your reaction. didn’t stick around to see the way your brows furrowed or how you chewed on your lip like you were holding something back.

he just walked away with his fists clenched yet again.

off limits, my ass.

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all right, fine

let's play ball

that bkdk car conversation is really fucking gay

I made this blog to talk about language because I find it fun and fascinating, so while I'm not thrilled to acknowledge 431 any more than I have to, there's really hilarious shit happening in this scene and the people need to know.

So, the first fucking thing we hear outta Katsuki's mouth is this:

"Jeez, why the hell do I gotta be Deku's private little chauffeur!"

There are a few ways you could translate this. It's an indignant complaint with some rudeness, but comparatively mild for Katsuki. Some people might rephrase this to something more like "why do I gotta drive Deku's ass around" but I'm keeping the original, possessive grammar of デクのアッシー (Deku no asshii) because I think it highlights an important implication.

Sooooo... the word Katsuki uses here アッシー (asshii) is uniquely loaded slang.

Jisho.org

This term originates from Japan's bubble economy era of the late 80s and saw continued use through the 90s. During the economic bubble, the unemployment rate was very low; the related increased presence of women in the workplace led to a cultural perspective that women were gaining social power and financial independence.

From this new social dynamic emerged several terms:

Asshii-kun, Messhii-kun, and Mitsugu-kun.

English Journal, written by University of Kitakyuushuu linguistics professor Anne Crescini

There's also the lesser known Tsunagu-kun, who hooks up electronics for a woman, and Keep-kun, a "backup boyfriend" for when a woman's preferred partner dumps her.

A couple Japanese websites I looked at talked about luxury vehicles gaining in popularity during this time, so Asshii-kun are associated with expensive sports cars, something Katsuki is probably referencing since his car is fancy as fuck!

It's not a well known term anymore, to the point that I saw a number of jpn fans joking about having to look up what it means, haha. Katsuki's dialogue often has interesting, unusual word choices, and of course, reigning queen of up-to-date slang Camie teased him about his delinquent shtick being "out of fashion"!

In that journal article, Crescini explores English terms which roughly convey the same meaning as asshii. I've used google translate here to show you what is written, so let's take a look!

O--oh.

Oh.

fdkjslhsmh;lkshm;

LISTEN I WAS TRYING TO BE FUCKING EMPIRICAL AND SHIT

oh. is that right.

yeah

yeah he is

FYI shiri ni shikarareru of course carries the implication of a man being dominated or bossed around by his wife.

Now, on social media, I saw people (likely in their 40s and 50s) using the term jokingly to describe having to chauffeur someone around for errands. It was mostly men talking about their wives, but there were a couple instances of it being used for friends and family members. It definitely has the energy of "being forced to drive someone around without getting anything in return."

But notice that Katsuki voices this complaint about Izuku specifically, even though Kirishima is also in the car. Like yeah, he yells about Kirishima threatening to scratch his car, but he doesn't fucking call himself Kirishima's asshii!

He could have used a plural "you" pronoun or even pluralized Izuku's name with Deku-tachi to make it "Deku and the people with him," but no, it's "Deku's asshii."

Tell me, Kacchan, when it comes to Izuku, are you hoping to get something in return?

"If somebody'd just said the words 'I wanna surpass Dynamight,' I'd have taken 'em." "You ain't gonna give up teaching?"

date me date me date me fucking do hero work with ME Izuku be a hero with ME

[sigh...]

"Man, you got dumped, huh, Bakugou!!"

Listen. My jaw dropped when I saw Kirishima say this.

Weblio (google translated)

This definition specifies "amorous feelings of being in love" (恋愛感情). I'm not joking when I say I've almost exclusively heard this word used for rejected confessions or couples breaking up.

Japanese Stack Exchange question, "Can フラれて be used in any non-romantic sense?"

The Japanese example sentence describes a business proposal being immediately rejected. The comedy here is inherently tied to the verb being used for romantic rejection, like someone saying "I applied for a promotion, but those fickle hiring managers went and broke my heart."

Even if you aren't literally suggesting romantic love, the association makes it sound over the top and dramatic.

Kirishima is drawing attention to how serious and emotionally invested Katsuki is in making this offer and affectionately teasing him for it. Note that he doesn't just use the simple past tense for this verb (フラれた), which would have sounded direct and not particularly sympathetic. He's using a [verb] + shimau construction (further contracted as slang to "-chimatta") which makes it a "regrettable" outcome, like an "aww man!"

You can add that construction to any verb and it would sound funny/sympathetic, so he could have phrased it differently:

断られちまった ("You got turned down," common word used for all kinds of rejection)

拒められちまった ("You got denied," used for romantic, platonic, and familial relationships)

撥ね付けられちまった ("You got totally rejected," used for when someone coldly or flatly rejects an offer or request)

撃沈しちまった ("You got shot down," uses battleship sinking imagery for failure in daily life, business ventures, romance, hopes and dreams, etc.)

轟沈しちまった ("You got crushed," similar to above, but more severe and instantaneous sinking: instant kill, KO, torpedoed, etc.)

The last few in particular are very dramatic and humorous, so they would work well if Kirishima wanted to joke about the speed or bluntness of Izuku's refusal.

BUT NO.

DUDE USED THE VERB SPECIFICALLY ASSOCIATED WITH ROMANTIC REJECTION, which centers the feelings of heartbreak and disappointment.

He is commiserating with Katsuki for "putting his heart on the line" and getting the cold shoulder, and then he fucking wingmans for Katsuki by spelling it all out to Izuku!!

You can say all you want "it's just lighthearted banter, they're joking!" Sure. You're right, this is a funny scene.

But the joke is that Izuku is a cute girl Katsuki keeps trying (and failing) to woo. That he's taking advantage of Katsuki's feelings for him and stringing him along.

The joke is that Katsuki wants Izuku at his hero agency so bad, the rejection is essentially on the level of getting dumped or having your love confession rejected.

The joke is that Izuku is completely oblivious when it comes to love.

oh interesting doesn't that sound familiar

LITERALLY EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS NERD WOULDN'T NOTICE LOVE IF IT PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE

'cause Katsuki already tried that one

But I will say, for all Katsuki's complaints, the problem is obviously not a lack of reciprocation. The problem is that Izuku doesn't recognize what Katsuki feels for him. He doesn't get what Katsuki is trying to express to him. He can't answer honestly if he doesn't even understand the question.

The comedic parts of MHA are often wrapped up in important plot points and messages. Sure, it's funny, but why does that mean we're supposed to dismiss it?

Also, Kirishima says this:

"Midoriya sure is dense when it comes to these things."

その辺 (sono hen) is a perfectly ordinary phrase for "that area," "that topic," "in that regard," or "around there," and I wouldn't think anything of it if not for this next bit:

"On that note, what about you guys?"

They are talking about the Class B students who started dating, and Sero uses the same phrase to ask whether Jirou and Kaminari are a couple. Again, this isn't unusual, and if these moments were separated by whole chapters, it would not read as notable in any way. その辺 is a common enough phrase that it's not something you could pin down as a "thematic phrase" or anything like that.

But the repetition struck me. Sero could have said, そういえば (speaking of which, now that you mention it, on that subject), this is a very common sentence starter, but he also could have said things like 付き合ってといえば (speaking of dating) to be more specific.

In this conversation, その辺 is framed as the topic of dating or romance by the preceding remarks. Meanwhile, the "topic" Kirishima suggests Izuku is thickheaded about is only really defined by his own previous comment...

which framed Katsuki's rejection as romantic heartbreak.

anyway

here's the funniest translation of Katsuki's asshii comment I could think of:

"Jeez, why do I gotta be Deku's vehicular bitch boy!"